| | Posted on Thu Apr 02, 2009 02:51:26 | |
| | This poem is, of course, outrageously vulgar. But, it is also deeply poignant, and quite beautiful. This translation is awkward and difficult to understand. Below is my effort at a translation. Comments are welcome.
Whorehouse tavern, and crowd of regulars,
nine doors down from the twin godsĆ¢ā¬ā¢ temple there!
Do you think youĆ¢ā¬ā¢re the only ones with cocks?
the only ones allowed to $#$% young girls?
and all the rest of us are goats? Because
one, or two hundred, of you sit in line,
$#$%-ups! you think I wouldnĆ¢ā¬ā¢t ram my dick
down all two hundred throats? Think again. And,
paint graffiti dicks on your tavern walls?
Because my girl, whoĆ¢ā¬ā¢s fled far from my arms,
whom I loved as IĆ¢ā¬ā¢ll never love again,
for whom so many fights were fought and won,
lives there. The rich and mighty screw her now,
andĆ¢ā¬āitĆ¢ā¬ā¢s so badĆ¢ā¬āpunks and alley boys too.
Worst of all, Egnatius, long-haired fop,
you, the son of that rabbit country, Spain,
you, made human by that thick, black beard, with
teeth scrubbed with your own Spanish piss.
| |  | | Anthony A. Lee |
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